a citi este a bea apă…şi mi-e sete tot timpul..:)

Heathcliff

Your love is (not) like the
eternal cliffs beneath.
It is as changeable as seasons.
Growing in spring,
Into a scorched summer,
Withering autumn
Dying in winter.
It moves mountains
Only to crush underneath.
And crosses waters
To empty ribcages.
It is as strong as storms
And tidal waves
Leaving behind
A pile of debris.

23yo babe, passionate about life, mostly into walking into the woods, wandering through new cities and reading loads whilst listening to Van Halen. I'm the type of girl who brings a book at the party to mislead the idiots and ends up stripping her soul away when the music gets louder.